Lan Yixian wasn’t sure what was happening to her.
She didn’t know why this woman nad An Yuan Yao had co looking for her today. Even after she had closed up shop, An Yuan Yao remained in her store and even suggested they have a conversation.
Although Lan Yixian had no idea what the other woman’s intentions were, she inexplicably agreed. Initially, she had just planned to find a relatively quiet place to sit for a while. But in the end, the place she chose was her own ho…
Sothing felt off. By the ti she realized it, she was already helping An Yuan Yao walk up to her building.
The other woman was looking around, observing her surroundings.
For so reason, when she saw An Yuan Yao inspecting her living environnt, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed…
She must think that my place is…
“If you think the environnt isn’t great, we can go sowhere else—”
“I don’t think it’s bad at all.”
An Yuan Yao interrupted, her arm still supported by Lan Yixian.
On the way here, Lan Yixian had noticed that An Yuan Yao was struggling to walk, so she had instinctively helped her along. This small gesture gave An Yuan Yao a new impression of her.
She’s a kindhearted woman.
Not long ago, An Yuan Yao had asked Liu Changqing why he had let Lan Yixian and her daughter live in his ho.
After a long silence, Liu Changqing had finally given her an answer.
"They’ve been through a lot… After everything they went through, I couldn’t just ignore them. Besides, Lan Yixian is a good person. I once saw her giving a free breakfast to an elderly man in rags when I went to buy food at her place… Soone like that doesn’t deserve to be treated unfairly."
Looking at Lan Yixian now, An Yuan Yao understood why Liu Changqing had said she was a kind person.
So kinds of kindness couldn’t be faked.
Just like earlier—when she saw that she had difficulty walking, she didn’t hesitate or make a big deal out of it. She simply helped.
Soone like this…
“Alright then, let’s head up. Take it slow on the stairs since your foot isn’t in great shape.”
“Mm.”
With Lan Yixian’s help, they made it to her apartnt without any problems.
After opening the door, Lan Yixian guided An Yuan Yao to sit on the bed before going to pour her a glass of water. Then, she sat down beside her and handed over the cup.
“Sorry, I only have plain water.”
“Plain water is the healthiest.”
Taking the cup, An Yuan Yao glanced at Lan Yixian and softly replied, “Thank you.”
After saying that, she took a sip. It wasn’t too hot.
As she held the cup in her hands, she lowered her head into silence. This made Lan Yixian feel increasingly uneasy.
She had no idea why An Yuan Yao had sought her out. By all logic, the two of them shouldn’t have any reason to interact.
But then…
“I’m living with Changqing now.”
“……”
Lan Yixian’s eyes widened unconsciously.
She was silent for a few seconds before turning her gaze toward An Yuan Yao, who had spoken with her head lowered.
They… were living together…
For a mont, her mind went blank.
But before she could respond, An Yuan Yao spoke again.
“You… like him too, don’t you?”
Liu Changqing suddenly felt a strong urge to sneeze, but he managed to suppress it.
Sniffing slightly, he picked up the air conditioner remote and adjusted the settings, thinking maybe it was too cold.
After setting it back down, he casually glanced across the room and saw Feng Qian sitting at his desk, seemingly composing a text ssage.
His fingers weren’t moving very fast, but each tap on the keyboard was deliberate and careful.
This made Liu Changqing curious.
Lately, because of the DNF project team, he had asked Feng Qian to keep an eye on things. It had been a while since the two of them had been in the office together like this.
Seeing that Feng Qian was still typing, Liu Changqing stood up quietly and walked over with light steps until he was standing behind him.
Then, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
“Who are you texting?”
The mont Feng Qian felt the hand on his shoulder, he quickly locked his phone screen and covered it with his palm before turning to glance at Liu Changqing.
“No one, just sending a ssage.”
“A ssage?”
Liu Changqing repeated the words, skeptical.
He withdrew his hand and took a couple of casual steps around the room.
“Alright then…”
Just as he was about to drop the subject, sothing ca to mind.
“Oh, by the way, when you’ve been picking up the kids from school, has the horoom teacher ntioned how Xiazhi is doing?”
“Uh…”
Feng Qian, who had been calm and composed just monts ago, suddenly looked a little uneasy.
He opened his mouth, hesitated, and let out an awkward “Uh…” but no words followed.
Sneaking a glance at Liu Changqing, he saw that the man was looking at him seriously, waiting for an answer. After a brief pause, Feng Qian finally spoke.
“She’s… doing okay.”
“……”
Liu Changqing instantly saw through that vague response.
‘Okay’ could an anything. It could an average, or it could an too bad to say out loud…
So what exactly did Feng Qian an?
“Sounds like Xiazhi isn’t doing well in school…”
“That’s not exactly it.”
Feng Qian refuted, then, after a mont of contemplation, decided to tell the truth.
“Well, according to Xu Yisheng, Xiazhi’s grades aren’t particularly outstanding. She does her howork every day, and her Chinese and English have improved a lot, but… her math is really bad. She’s only at a second-grade level.”
“So you’re saying my daughter…”
“She’s severely struggling with math.”
“……”
Liu Changqing wasn’t particularly surprised. He had kind of expected this.
After all, his daughter still couldn’t properly morize the multiplication table.
She wasn’t dumb by any ans, yet sohow, math just didn’t click for her…
It was as if all her skill points had been allocated elsewhere. For example, she had an incredible talent for dance.
Whenever she watched dance performances on TV, she could mimic the movents almost perfectly after just one viewing.
Sure, she had so basic dance training, but even so, she shouldn’t be able to copy routines so easily…
Could it be… that dance was where her true potential lay?
As he thought about it, Liu Changqing realized he had been stuck in the wrong mindset.
Every child had different talents. His son excelled academically, but that didn’t an his daughter had to as well. Maybe her strength wasn’t in studying.
Maybe… it was in dance!
“That’s it!”
After pondering for a long ti, Liu Changqing suddenly exclaid.
Feng Qian was startled, quickly putting his phone away and looking at Liu Changqing.
“What do you an that’s it?”
“Academics aren’t the only asure of success. She may not be good at math, but my daughter has a gift for dance! Hahaha!”
Laughing, Liu Changqing suddenly felt that it was ti to carve out a new path for his daughter. If academics weren’t her thing… then they would make dance her focus, with studying as a secondary priority.
But as he laughed, he suddenly stopped.
A thought struck him.
He turned to Feng Qian, his expression becoming slightly strange.
“Wait… that Xu Yisheng you ntioned… Who is he?”
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